Just a little over a month ago, this pic.
Today, we went to the bank. A constant thread has been….What IF? " what if I "loose it" and can't. Who will pay the bills?" A year now, he worries. We say yes, ok, we need to go to the bank.
Today, we did. Neither of us was confident he would make it. He is not doing well at all, losing ground it seems, by the day. So we knew it was now or never. It was hard. He was afraid. Actually, i was afraid. But we DID it. We went. We got the Power of Attorney done. DONE. We made it back home.
once he was back home, the "bank clothes" taken off, the oxygen back on, sitting in his chair, his beloved chair, he asked " If you can, will you help me?" He meant, dying. Going Through. Just Going. I said yes. He asked "what if you are not here?" I said….then wait for me. It takes 15 minutes. I'll get there. it was tender. Tender. is Tender a kind of love then?
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